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I can finally see that you're right there beside me

[So it's been awhile again. Since this shit anyway, I dunno how long. Weeks again? Things have really settled, too. It's slow going, but Raikou is getting better and better at this not being a giant douche thing. He stumbles often, and sometimes he gets frustrated and throws a bratty fit about it, but it's visible how hard he's trying. It's emotionally draining, in that it's endlessly tiring to push himself to change, and it's scary to feel like he's lost at sea as far as what to do and what to believe in. On the other hand, it's also immensely fulfilling -- because he's realised what it means to value something other than himself, and it's rather like waking up and seeing the world lit by sunshine for the first time. He's a little awed by everything, childishly, but it's nice.

And he's trying to do something nice right now, too. He's kind of a dumb noble about menial things, but he thinks that maybe Tsuyukusa would like it if he just tried out small nice gestures, so he's sneaking up behind him right now with a bowl of (rather messily) sliced peaches with sweet syrup drizzled (equally messily) over them, and a terribly amateur arrangement of flowers in a vase. HE MADE AN EFFORT OK.]

Hey, Tsuyukusa!

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How badly do you want to avoid sticky fingers?

[He's teasing too, nuzzling him lightly even as he's drawing back a little, just enough that he can see Raikou's face and raise an eyebrow.]

I don't mind getting sticky fingers. I just want to wash them afterwards.

[Flirting, really? It's more than he'd hoped for -- and everything he wanted. To be this close, this relaxed, and this happy with Tsuyukusa is a dream come true. He smirks at the tree, in a playful manner, before squishing his cheeks with those peach juice-covered hands. Now you have a sticky face.]

[He yelps, reaching up to catch Raikou's wrists and pull those sticky hands away from his face before they can do more damage.]

That is not washing them!

You weren't going to excuse me to go clean up, were you?

[Oh, there's a brighter smile for you, Tsuyukusa. He's never been so genuinely, innocently happy in the tree's direction than he is right now.]

Besides, this way... you'll taste good.

[He does so enough the use of his tongue, and peach juice is a much more pleasant thing for him to be licking off of Tsuyu's cheek than blood.]

[It's jarring, the feel of that tongue on his skin again. Too reminiscent of their first meeting. But he doesn't stiffen, doesn't flinch, doesn't seem to even react, outwardly.

His mind's racing, though, trying to figure out why he isn't lashing out or running screaming. A few moments of that, and he just gives up on even trying to comprehend the inexplicable comfort he has right now.]

You caught me, I wasn't.

[And he's turning his head, trying to catch Raikou's mouth with his own.
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[It's good that things have changed that much. That action was something of a test anyway -- if Tsuyu had reacted badly, Raikou probably would have recoiled himself, and they'd have been back where this conversation started. He didn't, though, and the kiss that comes instead is more than welcome. Raikou doesn't let being startled ruin it, either -- he kisses back almost immediately, soft and a little cautious yet most definitely eager.]

[Tsuyukusa is careful, when it comes to kisses. His teeth are so sharp, and human blood so dangerous to both parties that he sticks to closed mouth kisses when he doesn't think his partner will consider it odd. For all that, he's a good kisser, warm and firm and responsive.]

[Oh, he knows why, so he doesn't think too hard about that. It doesn't stop him from opening his mouth though, just enough to steal a bite of Tsuyukusa's bottom lip. Not too hard -- but he does it, as a show of confidence once he's relaxed. His wrists are still in the tree spirit's grip, and he knows he couldn't get them loose if he wanted to, so long as Tsuyu doesn't decide to let go, so he doesn't bother to try.]

[Raikou's hands are held in a loose grip-- semi-forgotten, really, in the face of the noise rising in the back of Tsuyu's throat with that bite he doesn't dare reciprocate, half appreciative, half irritated. Then his tongue snakes out, all caution, pressing against Raikou's lips.]

[He laughs a little, part nerves and part amusement, and nips at that tongue, too. He knows it's not fair and Tsuyu can't bite back -- that's partly why he's doing it. He's still Raikou, after all, and he can't resist the urge to be a bratty troll.

Once he thinks to free his hands, they immediately come up to tangle in Tsuyu's hair, messing it even worse than usual with the remaining sticky residue on his fingers.]

[Okay, so there's another generous helping of annoyance in the growl he looses next, breaking the kiss and dropping his head, hands and all, to rasp his tongue gently along the pulse in Raikou's throat.]

[That makes him jump a little, in a combination of surprise and appreciation. His fingers tighten in Tsuyu's hair, but he doesn't tug him away at all -- it's rather the opposite.]

[He smirks (as much as he can with his tongue preoccupied as it is), and settles his hands on Raikou's hips, nudging him towards the seat he'd just vacated.]

[Why is it that you start all of your relationships by getting down to business, Tsuyukusa?

He's not complaining, though. He'll sit right back down on those pillows, pulling the tree with him and smirking.]

You're moving pretty fast, you know.

[He straddles Raikou easily, the movement having cut off his lapping for now, and licks his lips thoughtfully as he eyes the parting of Raikou's yukata before meeting his eyes. And looking decidedly smug.]

Want me to stop?

Not at all.

[He leans back, supporting himself on his elbows, and gives Tsuyu an "i dare you" sort of look. This is very different from his other experience (which is pretty much 100% being gently fawned over by Sakata), and much more up his alley. Even when he isn't expressing it through violence anymore, his preference still lies with the otherworldly -- the wild and rough, as it were.

That smug grin makes his spine tingle far more than any submissive flattery.]

Alright then.

[It's the dare in Raikou's eyes that makes him leap ahead so far in his half-formed concepts of what he'd like to do. There's really no reason to take things slow, especially not given that challenge to meet.

So he draws back, sliding so he's on his hands and knees, and drops his head to lap enthusiastically at the peach stain on the cloth covering Raikou's lap, as if to clean it.]

[Wow Tsuyu.

No but really, that's one way to get a very flustered face out of Raikou. Keep jumping ahead like that and he won't know how to handle it. For now though he just looks kind of stunned and quite flushed.]

[He peers up, grins briefly at the look on the human's face, and dives back into his ministrations. He's tasting the peach juice further and further up Raikou's legs, plucking at the place where cloth overlaps cloth with his teeth, all keeping a careful ear out for reactions.]

You aren't the least bit shy, are you?

[He sounds a little breathless, but he isn't pulling away. He's putting on a smirk despite his flush, actually, and reaching down with one hand to muss Tsuyu's hair.]

Did you expect me to be?

[He drags that top layer of cloth to the side, then, painstakingly slowly and using his teeth as he inclines his head and watches Raikou's smirk with a matching one.]

Not particularly...

[He has to laugh a little, to dispel his own nervousness. There's still a part of him that expects Tsuyu to suddenly lash out and break his neck out of vengeance. He's not sure how he's gotten so little punishment (from Tsuyu at least), and this... turnabout is still sudden. His cheerful, playing attitude is winning out at the moment, but he's still a bit on edge.]

But you didn't expect this either.

[Tsuyu hazards a guess, absently, then finishes pulling the cloth aside and ducks his head quickly, ventures a lick along the inside of Raikou's upper thigh.

Shy he is definitely not.]

No, I didn't. Actually--

[Well he was going to say more, but he's cut off by his own gasp. Probably a good thing, since he would have ended up saying something stupid and ruining the moment.]

Actually, you are a tease.

[He just snickers and gives his opposite thigh the same treatment, then leaning in a little closer and ghosting warm breath over the only piece of cloth between him and his goal, at this point. His hands creep up to settle on Raikou's hips, while he's at it.]

What do you mean by that?

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